The leaves fall from a tree when it is cold
The leaves fall from a tree when it is old
Time has come for a change, my friend
Yet, it is a tragedy when we see it end

Never again will things be as they used to be
Never again will children and elders be in harmony
Yet, the leaves do fall, such a pretty sight
The leaves fall, without any having a blight

Time has come, and things shall change
The leaves fall, and things will never be the same



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Glacian, in the year 693 AF.